Rust in My Throat

Teeth on steel

I’ve been chewing on the years

Blood on the mirror

Spelling out my little fears

Cold jaw

Locked tight around my pride

I keep swallowing the nails

That they threw inside

I got rust in my throat

Every word tastes like a weapon

Spit fire

Spit smoke

Till the cage around me bends and

If it cuts when I speak

Let it tear this silence open

I got rust in my throat

And I’m done choking (yeah)

Boot prints

On the back of every dream

Black ash halo

From the days I used to scream

You want quiet?

Then bury me deep

But the grave that you gave me

Is losing its sleep

I got rust in my throat

Every word tastes like a weapon

Spit fire

Spit smoke

Till the cage around me bends and

If it cuts when I speak

Let it tear this silence open

I got rust in my throat

And I’m done choking (hey!)

[Drop to tense

Palm-muted build]

I won’t bow

I won’t break

Carved “enough”

In the chains they made

If my voice

Is the last thing left

Let it shred

Through your blessed unrest

I got rust in my throat

Every word tastes like a weapon

Spit fire

Spit smoke

Till the cage around me bends and

If it cuts when I scream

Let it shake your hollow kingdom

I got rust in my throat

And I’m done

I’m done

Choking